Nobody in the Future Is Wonderful

I found myself in a dark room, and the first person I encountered was a guy slouching in a chair.

guy: "There you are! Why don't you take off those big glasses and give me a kiss!"

He grabbed my glasses and made some kind of face that looked a bit like a horse baring its teeth. I kissed my hand and blew it toward him.

me: "Um, I don't want to offend or anything, but no thank you."

guy: "Well you should check her out..."

The room began to come into focus and I saw several other people, including an Asian-looking woman who was laying naked on her back. Her body seemed to be made out of some kind of translucent plastic, and there was an area which was glowing a blueish animation under the skin. She seemed to be showing it off (as one might show off a new Tattoo). I ran my hand over it.

me: "That is very interesting."

Taking stock of some of the other people in the room, I saw they were all pretty weird. One girl had a second head on her neck, another guy had wings.

me: "Look...I am from a place where this kind of thing isn't possible yet. Do you understand the implications of what I'm saying?"

asian woman: (looking depressed) "That you're not that wonderful? That nobody here is that wonderful, either?"

me: "No, that's not what I mean. I'm going to look around more."

I walked out of the strange dark room and found I was in someplace that was like a very futuristic mall, with high ceilings. Robots were whizzing around that resembled things out of WALL-E:

I lost track of the dream but sort of managed to get my bearings again in a parking lot. Robots with lasers seemed to be tracking me. A small humanoid form that was covered in black reflective clothing got out of a vehicle with a gun pointed at me. I held up my hands.

It opened a small blue box and ordered me inside. Frightened of being stuffed in that small space, I forced myself awake.

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